Chapter 91: Chapter 91
Keira Olsen shook her head, struggling.
She didn’t want to rot there for a lifeti!
She certainly didn’t want to take root and sprout in a filthy ditch!
So she strove to improve herself, using the limited ti she had to study hard. She was determined to change her fate!
Then there was her at four years old, a her who had never been to kindergarten, secretly observing Isla Olsen, learning foreign languages. When Isla couldn’t pronounce a word, yet she could say it effortlessly, she thought she would be praised by her mom. But she never expected that it would almost lead to a disaster!
Poppy Hill praised her, and, for the first ti, gave her a piece of cake.
...
The sweet cream in her mouth was so satisfying that she didn’t want to swallow it.
She thought her life was about to change. Poppy Hill smiled, took her hand, and led her out the door, only to throw her to… the traffickers.
She didn’t cry or make a fuss because, at least, the traffickers would give her nice-looking candy and treat her with gentleness and smiles.
Until they locked her and a bunch of kids in the cellar.
There, she t big brother.
They lived together for a month and got along very well…
At first, big brother didn’t like to talk much, but later he asked her, “Don’t you want to escape?”
She crisply said, “I don’t want to.”
To stay there ant no freedom but possible full stomachs, warm clothing, and no mom… She felt it was the happiest ti of her life.
Big brother was puzzled, “Why?”
She answered, “No one beats here.”
Big brother was stunned. “What’s your na?”
She shook her head.
It was laughable that at four years old, she didn’t have a na yet, no household registration…
While the other children would cry and fuss, she would smile every day. Thus, the traffickers’ guard was down the least around her. So, in the end, big brother handed her a bag of drugs to slip into the traffickers’ food.
She did it.
The children all scrambled out in panic, but she just stood there, staring blankly.
Big brother asked, “Why don’t you run away?”
She shook her head, “I don’t know where to go.”
“Then co ho with .”
Big brother extended his hand to her, his large hand enveloping her small one.
…
She didn’t go ho with big brother because they were too young. They were just down the mountain when the police rescued them. Her identity was clarified, and she was to be repatriated to the Olsen family.
Before parting, she clung to big brother’s legs, not understanding, she asked him, “Didn’t you say you would take ho?”
The police officer next to her couldn’t help but laugh and cry, “Little girl, you’re not from the sa family. You can’t go to his house.”
Her eyes reddened, “But I don’t want to go ho! I want to be with big brother forever!”
Big brother stroked her head, asking, “Is it because you’ll get beaten if you go back ho?”
The police didn’t take his words seriously, considering that kids of that age often made a ruckus at ho, and getting beaten was common.
But big brother earnestly said to her, “Wait for . When you grow up, I will co to marry you and take you to my house.”
…
Keira Olsen suddenly woke up with a start.
The events in the dream flashed by like a passing glimpse, leaving her montarily unable to distinguish what was real and what was fake…
She didn’t know if the others could rember the things from when they were four years old.
But she rembered everything clearly. She rembered the nickna big brother gave her, Eleven, because she was the eleventh child to be trafficked.
She rembered the taste of chocolate.
She rembered the sunlight streaming into the dark cellar, and the dust flying in the light.
That was the happiest ti of her childhood.
But she was 22 years old now, and that big brother had not yet co to marry her.
Keira Olsen’s lips curled into a rueful smile.
It wasn’t that she was really fond of him, a four-year-old child didn’t understand love, but the existence of her big brother was the pillar that supported her through countless abuses and beatings.
The other children’s hero was Ultraman.
Her Ultraman was her big brother…
Unfortunately, her big brother was also a child back then, she had probably long forgotten him.
Keira Olsen blinked, finally realizing that the atmosphere in the room seed a little off.
She turned her head to see Lewis Horton sitting next to her, asking, “Want so water?”
Before Keira Olsen could respond, Matthew Olsen’s voice had already risen on the other side: “I’d ask unrelated personnel to leave, I need to examine the patient.”
He picked up the stethoscope and approached the bedside, looking at Lewis Horton.
Lewis Horton said with a stern face, “I don’t think I qualify as unrelated personnel.”
Matthew Olsen continued, “Aside from the patient and the doctor, everyone else is unrelated personnel. Moreover, I need to examine the patient, which requires undressing. It’s not convenient for you to stay here.”
Lewis Horton frowned, “And you are convenient?”
Matthew Olsen walked to Keira Olsen and lifted the hem of her shirt: “I’m a doctor. To , there is no distinction of gender.”
“…”
Lewis Horton wanted to say sothing else, but seeing that lifted shirt revealing a stretch of pale waist, his face flushed and he imdiately stood up and walked out the door.
After leaving the hospital room, Tom Davis involuntarily glanced inside.
Lewis Horton imdiately blocked the door crack, closed the door, and then reprimanded, “What are you looking at?”
Tom Davis: ?
He coughed and then said, “Boss, Miss Olsen is on the trending searches.”
Imdiately, he handed over his phone.
Lewis Horton took it, only to see the trending list featured a reporter’s interview.
The interviewee was Finley Hill’s son, Connor Hill, wearing a school uniform, his face bearing its habitual discomfort and caution.
The reporter asked, “Regarding the case of your father’s murder, what do you think?”
Connor Hill seed a bit awkward in front of the cara, dodging the question, “My cousin didn’t do it on purpose, it was manslaughter…”
“Your dad was a gambler, do you hate him as well?”
Connor Hill hesitated for a mont, “Sotis, yes, but it can’t be helped, I can’t change who I was born to. But I want to say a few words for my cousin. In recent years, my father indeed often went to her asking for money, and the situation at that ti was indeed manslaughter. I am willing to issue a statent of forgiveness for my cousin, hoping the police could be lenient.”
This was originally an unremarkable interview, but just after these words fell, soone in the crowd shouted, “Do you know that your so-called good cousin has been released on bail awaiting trial? And the reason is laughable, because of anemia affecting her health!”
With that, the news suddenly fernted.
#SecondGenerationRichBail#, #RichSecondGenerationGetsAwayWithMurder#, #RichKidsForgivenessStatentsTrend# and other entries rushed to the trending searches.
All were questioning Keira Olsen’s eligibility for bail.
One could tell that soone was pushing this from behind, having bought the trend.
Lewis Horton’s eyes darkened, “Find out who bought the trend.”
“Yes, sir.”
After Tom Davis spoke, he looked around, “I just found out that a few reporters have snuck in.”
Lewis Horton’s expression suddenly beca icy: “Get so people, secure this place.”
Keira Olsen was weak, and it wasn’t the right ti for disturbances.
Inside the hospital room.
After Lewis Horton left, Matthew Olsen put the stethoscope aside and sat beside Keira Olsen.
Keira Olsen: “Bro, why are you teasing him?”
Matthew Olsen sneered, “You get married and don’t tell , and you still have the face to call brother?”
Keira Olsen’s eyes deepened, her attitude grew distant: “Isn’t it because I didn’t want to bother you?”
Matthew Olsen sensed sothing and changed the subject, “What were you dreaming about? You kept calling for your brother in the dream…”
Keira Olsen smiled, “I dreamt of when I was three or four years old…”
Had she not ntioned it, she wouldn’t have felt anything, but upon ntioning it, she suddenly clearly rembered the conversation in her dream…
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